Our Time Together ➸ Niall Horan

Paintings and 'I Love You's

Zayn's POV

 Sophie and I were cuddling on the couch, talking.

“Well if you were cuter,” she says with a smile, “then maybe.”

“C’mon, Soph.”

“No.” I was trying to convince her to get a picture painted of us under the Eiffel Tower. Her head was on my shoulder, and we were holding hands.

“Sophie, we don’t get this much time off very often. And when are we going to be in Paris together again?”

“I can think of one time.” She says with a sparkle in her eye. She was talking about our honeymoon.

“That’s more down the road though.”

“It’s not that far though. And it’s still a time when we’re in Paris together.”

“I guess…But let’s get one now. It’ll be like a ‘before and after’ kind of thing.”

“Fine. I’ll go find something to wear.” She says getting up.

“Yes! You look fine, Soph! You always look perfect.” I say the last part a little quieter.

“What? What did you say?” She asks walking over to me.

“Nothing, ma’am!” I say, standing up straight like a soldier. 

“Mouthing off, Private Malik?” She pushes me on to the couch, and climbs on my lap.

“You're going to have to pay for that.”

“Like this?” I ask, giving her a kiss.

“That will suffice.”

“Yes, Captain.” I say, saluting.

“Now I’m going to get dressed.”

“I’ll miss you! Make sure to write!” She turns around and rolls her eyes, and laughs. I follow her into the room to change. I find a nice shirt, and put on some jeans. She emerges from the bathroom, looking amazing. I shake my head.

“I will never know what a girl does in the bathroom. But apparently it can make want to fall to my knees.”

“Oh Zayn, you dope. Your such a cutie. Let’s go,” she says putting her shoes on.

“ ‘Kay.”

When we get there, we find someone who’s willing to paint us. I ask Sophie what she wants to look like in the picture, and she said “I don’t care. As long as it’s with you.” We decide to be holding hands with her head on my shoulder.  When we get our painting, it’s about 6.

”How about we grab dinner, then head back to the hotel?”

“Sounds good to me!” She says. We walk over to the restaurant, and get a secluded table.

“This is so romantic,” she says “in the City of Love, with the boy I love.”

“Soph, I love you too. Here I got you something.” I give her a small box.

“A necklace?” She asks, confused.

“Look closer.”

“ 'Zayn and Sophie Forever.’ Zayn this is so cute!“ 

“I have something similar,” I show her my leather bracelet, with the same words engraved on it.

“Zayn, I’m never taking this off.” She says, putting it on, then giving it a kiss.

“Thank you, Zayn. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”